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Chapter 431 Make someone sober

Faced with Shen Qianyue's kindness, Zhang Feng just smiled, stood up, comforted her again, sat down and said with a smile:

"Okay, dear, don't be anxious. You don't know it yet. In fact, I also know French very well. Although I don't study abroad like some people, my truth is no worse than him. Le."

"Haha, some people are just bragging. You are a country bumpkin who doesn't even know 1234, and you still want to know French? Why don't you say you can go to heaven? Don't think that just by saying a few beautiful words here, you can Conceal your inner embarrassment. Let me tell you that a person who has no ability means he has no ability. Even if he has more money and a greater reputation, it is still of no use.

You said you know French. If you have the skills, order a few dishes! Let's compete on the spot to see whose French is more pure. Do you dare?"

Fu Jie still provoked again and again.

When Zhang Feng heard this, he almost laughed like a pig in his heart.

If it had been in the past, he really wouldn't have dared to accept this bet. After all, he didn't really know any French before. Let alone French, even English was difficult.

But it's different now. He has the skill of being proficient in French, and the accent he speaks is purer than the authentic Parisian accent. No matter how powerful Fu Jie is, he will definitely have a bit of a Dragon Country accent when he speaks, because this It's something that most people can't avoid. If they dare to compete with him in French, this guy will just hit the muzzle of his gun!

Although Zhang Feng really wanted to slap him in the face right now, if he agreed to his bet so readily, wouldn't it be a bit too easy on him? On the contrary, it would make others look like they were following his words. Same.

So Zhang Feng did not directly agree to his bet, but walked back to his seat, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and looked at him with a smile.

In Fu Jie's opinion, Zhang Feng felt guilty and didn't dare to make this bet with him. So he decided to show off his skills.

He called the waiter very coolly, asked him to take a menu, and ordered the dishes in extremely proficient French, and also showed a very warm and smart smile.

Sure enough, when the waiter heard his fluent French, his eyes suddenly brightened up, and he praised him repeatedly. Even the people eating around him felt that his fluent French was very good. Everyone praised him. He spoke highly of him and spoke highly of him.

There were even many little sisters who winked at him, and the implication could not be more obvious.

Seeing everyone behaving like this, Fu Jie felt so proud that he felt as if he was about to float away.

Even he was very satisfied with his French classes. When he was abroad, he went to a specialized college to study. Now it seems that all this has been in vain, at least he can show his face in front of his love rival.

While he was feeling proud, he did not forget to glance at Zhang Feng and give him a provocative look.

Qin Feng ignored him and just sat there with a smile. After he finished ordering, he called the waiter and took the menu. His fluent French flowed out of his mouth instantly as if it came naturally.

Every word is accurate and the grammar and tones are perfect to the extreme. If he didn't have black hair and yellow skin like this, some people would doubt whether he was a real Parisian.

As for the waiter, he was already dumbfounded. He always felt that Zhang Feng spoke French better than their new French chef.

Zhang Feng didn’t know what was going on. Anyway, his mind was completely out of control. A sentence just came out of his mouth, as if someone had arranged it in advance. Could this be the power of his French proficiency skills? Where?

But what he didn't expect was that the French proficiency skill was not that simple. It also came with 30% of the understanding of French food culture. This could be regarded as an attribute attached to the system.

When he finished ordering, he found that there was no sound at all. When he looked up, he found that everyone present was dumbfounded, their eyes widened, and their jaws almost dropped to the ground. If not, If some people had chairs to sit on, they would have been so frightened that they would have fallen to the ground.

Shen Qianyue looked at him with admiration. In the past, Shen Qianyue only knew that he was generous and could be regarded as a top rich man. But she didn't expect that he who came from a small village could actually speak such perfect French. , this is really surprising, how many secrets does this guy have that he has not discovered? Why is he like an onion, always giving people the desire to explore the truth?

But Zhang Feng didn't take this matter to heart. For her, it was no longer a problem to come up with a perfect answer. He just wanted to make Fu Jie angry.

If you dare to steal your girlfriend from him, I won't call you Zhang Feng unless I beat your face to pieces, and if I don't beat your shit out, I won't count you clean.

Not long after, all the dishes were served. Zhang Xuan tried the taste and found that there was nothing wrong with it. However, there were some flaws in a few dishes. It seemed that the cooking was too anxious and there were some details. Didn't do too well.

So he called the waiters and asked them to invite the chef.

The waiters were also very enthusiastic and went down quickly. Soon after, the chef wearing a black chef's uniform and a scarf came up and asked very humbly beside him: "Sir, do you have any instructions?" Is my food not good enough?"

Of course he also spoke French, and he also had a Parisian accent, but with a bit of a country accent.

Zhang Feng was not polite and pointed directly at their dishes, clearly stating what was not good enough about each dish, and also gave her his own opinions and suggestions.

The team member also listened carefully and was not impatient at all, because he found that this gentleman's French was so perfect that even he, an out-and-out Frenchman, was ashamed of himself.

"Sir, you speak French very well. Are you from Paris? You know so much about these dishes. You must have eaten a lot of dishes made by top chefs, right?"

"I'm sorry, I'm a real person from the Dragon Kingdom. I was born here, and I only know some simple French and French food when I grew up here. If someone hadn't proposed that bet to me today, I wouldn't want anyone to You know I have this ability.

I just want to make someone sober and let him know that not everyone is weaker than him."


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